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the sting of a shot of lemon extract sets my tongue and throat on fire, but at least it's not a raging **** in my arm that would scar and inevitably make me feel even worse about my body image. maybe the flame in my throat will roast my vocal chords and i can read poetry 83% more aggressively than i already do. -sorry, i didn't text back immediately; i was wondering when to start wallowing in self-shame-
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Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 7:04 PM UTC
[trigger warning] it was the only thing we had in the cabinet
the sting of a shot of lemon extract sets my tongue and throat on fire, but at least it's not a raging **** in my arm that would scar and inevitably make me feel even worse about my body image. maybe the flame in my throat will roast my vocal chords and i can read poetry 83% more aggressively than i already do. -sorry, i didn't text back immediately; i was wondering when to start wallowing in self-shame-
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Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 7:04 PM UTC
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